In moments of weakness, self doubt, and sleep deprivation, I find it necessary to slap myself around in the vein of the iconic Moonstruck slap. My inner Cher sounds something like this:
If I could turn back tii...oh, sorry--force of habit.
If you spend all your time looking at how green everyone else's garden is; you're going to end up doing it from a pile of dirt.
Nurture yourself, your art, your practices and your beliefs. Strengthen yourself to be the best version of you. Not the sad sack crying about wilted tulips. That guy...over there--you know, the one with the prized petunias? He doesn't give a fuck what you grow in your garden. He doesn't even know you HAVE a garden. Petunias are passion and envy...well, envy is dirt.
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